Weakness

Once the two got back to Cindy's place, she went off to the bathroom. After a shower, she got into another sinfully skimpy dress which only left one thing to the imagination: peeling it off as you spent your night with the temptress wearing it. The two then went out for an early dinner where Spencer wondered what Cindy had in store for him.

Back at Cindy's, the two got a taste of what they wanted: each other's lips. They make their way to Cindy's bed, exchanging kisses and lustful touches. In the bedroom, Spencer's hands grab Cindy's dress, before ripping it open. In response, Cindy's jaw dropped. "Spencer."

He smiled, as for once, Cindy was surprised. Spencer pushed her onto the bed and then climbed on. As his hand touched her slit, Cindy said "You know how much that dress cost me?"

"I can buy you another one."

"You better fuck me good then."

Spencer pressed his finger inside of Cindy. "When haven't I?"

His fingers pistoned back and forth. Between her passionate, naked body, and the feeling of her soaking wet slit on his fingers, Spencer couldn't be harder. He was becoming Cindy's weakness, as much as she was his weakness. They couldn't resist each other. They needed each other, and nothing could stop them from getting the release they craved.

Cindy soon met that release under Spencer's expert touch. As her body shuddered in orgasmic pleasure, Spencer stripped down. She'd barely recovered when she felt Spencer press his cock against the lips of her entrance, eager to give her another mind-blowing orgasm. As he began to thrust, Spencer pinned Cindy's shoulders down with his strong hands, showing her who's in charge.

"Fuck... You're so strong..."

Spencer grinned as he drove Cindy towards another orgasm. He lusted to hear her moans grow louder. He needed to feel her legs tremble and shake against his as her eyes started to roll back. Finally, she'd declare the one thing he wanted to hear her say: "I'm fucking cumming..."

He spent the rest of the night throwing Cindy around into various positions where he'd fuck her rough and hard. Cindy could barely think straight, but she managed to smile to the fact that she had turned Spencer from a mild-mannered single dad into a sex maniac that would give her climax after climax. He only had one weakness: his own orgasm, which he succumbed to after a marathon sex session.

Now spent, Spencer collapsed onto the bed, where Cindy kissed his forehead. "That was incredible."

Panting, Spencer replied. "Pretty high marks coming from you."

Cindy managed a chuckle. "You know it."

"So, same time next week?"

"Mhmm, I like that idea..."